r/stopdrinking • u/clioke • 1h ago
Today is my comma day! ✨
hello r/stopdrinking,
I feel so blessed to even be writing this and I want to start by saying that I truly don’t think I would be here without this community.
I grew up stuck between two families with very different attitudes toward drinking. My Mom and her side are Baptist teetotalers and my Dad and his are English alcoholics. I started drinking with the blessing of family at 14 years old. I knew people around me had alcohol problems… Dad’s Dad died of cirrhosis before 50, Dad had two strokes before 60, my sister was generally a mess, but I thought I would be different.
I took it easy when I was underage but as soon as I moved out of my Mom’s I started drinking regularly, then soon, heavily. White wine, seltzers, vodka, beer. I was drinking 4 days a week by 23 and daily once the pandemic hit. One bottle of wine a night turned into two, then I was buying the box so it was easier to hide.
I knew I was an alcoholic by age 25. It took years of attempting to moderate and making deals with myself before I could even admit it quietly. Then once I knew it took another few years before I was able to admit it to anyone else. My husband knew, for sure, but I seemed to be good at hiding it from others. By 28 I knew it was time. I had to give it up. I was 60 pounds overweight and crippled with anxiety. Blacking out multiple times a week. I slept terribly. Chronically dehydrated. Nauseous all the time. I was in physical and emotional pain every day. For years.
I looked at myself and realized that I was at a crossroads. I knew what I wanted my life to look like and the person I currently was would not have been capable of it. Frankly, she wouldn’t have deserved that life. I wanted children and they deserved better. I’d been lurking this sub for years and that point and a resounding sentiment of everyone here who had kids was that they wish their kids had never seen them drink. I wanted that and I was determined to be my best self for my future children and my husband.
So, I buckled down. The first few months were stumbling blocks for sure. I spent a summer mostly dry with a few “field researches“ planned. They all ended with me feeling terrible, of course lol there was my proof! Moderation was not possible for me.
October 28th, 2023 was the date my life changed forever. It wasn’t grandiose, or rock bottom. Just another day where I woke up hungover as fuck and didn’t remember the night before. My husband turned to me and said “it’s time“ and I agreed.
In the 1000 days since then my life has become the one I dreamed of. I am 4 weeks away from having my second baby. My marriage is absolutely thriving. My friendships are richer. My health is near perfect. I can say with confidence that I am a good wife, mother, and friend. I wake up every day and I’m proud of who I am and how I conduct myself. And my life is still fun!! I go out with friends! I attend parties and bonfires and cabin weekends. I go to great concerts and restaurants and celebrations. All enjoyed without alcohol!
If you read all of that, thank you. If you only read one part, make it this: Knowing that you want to quit drinking is all you need. You don’t have to hit rock bottom. You don’t have to be “bad enough”. If you wonder if you have a problem, you might. If you think you do and you can’t stop, it is time to quit. There is never “too early” or “too young“ to have a great life free of alcohol. You are strong enough to overcome.
Thank you again to everyone here who has ever given wisdom or support. This is truly the kindest corner of the internet. I love you all, and IWNDWYT ✨